Page 22 of The Merman's Kiss
I was writhing and crying out on the sheets, whining and bucking, but he pinned my legs and licked me hard until I came in a howling, moaning heap. Even then he didn’t stop licking. He’d told me the first time that it was his new favorite taste. He brought me to orgasm two more times before I made him stop.
He sat up with a proud look as he wiped his mouth with his hand, but I shot forward and tackled him to the bed sheets, working his trouser button with nimble fingers. These were coming off—now. I slipped my hand into the waistband and pulled his trousers and underclothes off in one go, and he lifted himself enough for me to make easy work of it. I’d been correct about his intentions. The head of his shaft was barely protruding from his body, but there was quite a bit of slick that had built up around it. Might need to rethink that tactic from now on.
I bent over him and pressed my lips to his belly to give him warning, and he flinched at the contact. I shot him a smirk and licked the head of his shaft with the flat of my tongue and he bucked on the bed and grabbed for me, pulling me up to align his shaft with my opening, but I wasn’t done yet and I told him so.
“Be patient,” I tutted at him, before licking him again.
His whole body jumped. “Sadira,” he rasped. “Sadira, I cannot.” He grabbed me and pulled me against his chest, holding me tight against him. “We cannot do this thing,” he said on a wheeze.
I narrowed my eyes and pulled back to stare at him like he was crazy. Because he was. He could lick me until I came threetimes in a row but I couldn’t do the same for him? “Explain,” I said, and he whimpered, darting his eyes around the room like he might find an explanation there. “Do you not like it?” I asked, because it sure seemed like he liked it.
“No, I like it!” he said in a rush. “I like it too much. I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? It sure seems like you can. Look it’s already halfway out,” I said, looking down to confirm the wet press of his member that I felt against my thigh.
He whimpered, loudly, and pressed his forehead to my collar bone. “I do not want to hurt your feelings—” he started, and my feelings were immediately ready for a blow “—but that is not how you make a baby.”
I stared at the top of his head while he panted, refusing to look at me.
“What?”I asked, incredulous.
At this, he finally raised his head and met my eyes. His face looked horribly embarrassed. “It’s true,” he said with a wince. “To make a young, you have to put my breeding parts inside your sheath. I cannot make a young in your mouth.”
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“I’m sorry!” he said with a wince. “I did not want to hurt your feelings. You want a breeding, but I am not a strong man. If I spill my seed in your mouth, you will be sad.”
I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop, tears spilling onto my cheeks so that it was now Lorn’s turn to look at me like I was crazy. “Lorn,” I wheezed, wiping under my eye. “I know how babies are made.”
“Oh, thank the abyss,” he said on a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “But it is too difficult for me to control when you do that. I will spill.” His cheeks were redder than I’d ever seen them, the pink stretching nearly to his jawline.
“I don’t want babies,” I said, and it was his turn to be shocked.
“You—what?” His mouth hung slightly open.
“Maybe someday, but notnow,” I explained. “I’m on birth control. I can’t even get pregnant right now.”
“You can’t? Then why—” he couldn’t even finish the question, just stared at me with confusion painting his features, and I dissolved into giggles again.
“Because I like it!” I said, probably a little too loudly, and his eyes went even wider. “I don’t wanta breeding, although I’ll admit that does sound hot,” I said, feeling my own cheeks heat at the phrasing. “I’mmaking lovewith you. I do it because I like it. I enjoy the closeness with you. It’s okay if you spill in my mouth.”
He worked his mouth like he was trying to find words to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched wheeze as his shaft pushed forcefully from his opening, making him buck gently with the sensation.
And I gave him my wickedest grin and made eye contact with him as I took his shaft in my fist and licked the head with a quick flick. “Yes?” I asked him.
He nodded frantically. And I decided right then I was going to do everything in my power to make him spill in my mouth. I used lips and tongue and teeth and hands, stroking and sucking until he was a writhing, whimpering, moaning mess. And when he finally erupted into my mouth with a desperate shout, I counted it as a victory.
Chapter 17
Sadira
Aboutamonthlater,I received an envelope through the post addressed to me from my uncle on my mom’s side, the one she didn’t associate with because he’d married a woman who was mostly human. I didn’t know how he’d found my new address, because I hadn’t told my parents where we were living, but they wouldn’t have spoken for her to tell him anyway. It was an invitation to the wedding of his only daughter, Elara, a cousin I’d never met. I almost discarded the invitation without thinking, because all I knew of him and their family was what I’d heard my mother say of them growing up, and of course it was only about what a disgrace he was for tainting their bloodline.
But I took a second look—because that was ridiculous—and read it more carefully, noting that the man she was marrying didn’t have an elvish name. His name wasmerrow.I sent in our reservations with some hesitancy because, while I was overcome with curiosity and wanted to meet this part of my family I’d never known, I was concerned that they might be like my parents.
If they were, I would take Lorn and return home, and that would be that.
But then a few weeks later, I received a handwritten letter in the mail, thanking me for responding to the invitation and asking if my “guest” and I would like to stay at his house for the wedding, since we would be traveling to attend. In elegant, looping script, he wrote that he was grieved that he had been prevented from knowing me until now and that it would please him and his wife both to be able to spend time with me if I was willing.
